Friday 5 - Untitled
November 30, 2007 | Filed Under Friday 5, Poetry | 1 Comment
Michelle, thank you. Your Poefusion Friday 5 prompt today just jumped out at me. Such fun.
Before you read this poem, you may click here to see the two meanings of duple I combined as one for the second sentence. It may make more sense to you then, though basically it was “of two parts” (like double yolk) and “irrational rhythm” (in music).
Her five word prompt: duple scheme vintage harbor cease
Untitled (as in, I’m at a loss for a title)
Our hearts, once rational, single entities,
now duple, both in number and mindedness,
(or so the others say)
as we cast aside high rises with gold faucets
and 60 inch plasma screens
and restaurants with sun kissed door openers
and doors with white gloved handles
for vintage cottages with leaden faucets
and tattered screens
and home cooked meals with opened doors
and doors with handles built by sweating palms
of man once scheming grandeur.
Reality stepped in to stop construction,
but have you seen the view of the harbor?
It never ceases to warm our duple heart.
MeeAugraphie
11/30/07
Monday Mural - Pride
November 30, 2007 | Filed Under Monday Mural, Poetry | 3 Comments
Michelle at Poefusion took a great photo of a chimney standing among trees in Cummins Nature Preserve as our prompt for Monday Mural. It is such an awesome prompt. Go, view the photo, write a poem or story. I know you have it in you. And the photo is so peaceful, view it even if you do not choose to write. I, however, did write:
Pride
I stand tall,
though haggard
as mortar between my clay bricks
shows cracks and loss
in my self-esteem.
I once fretted over pride
and want, spewing
blackened smoke
back down my damper
to agitate the flames
of desire leaping
at my dull cavities.
Not until the fires burned out
repeatedly while I stood tall,
not until the wooden shell I
rested against fell into the
silence of deserted day,
not until I looked down
on the bleakness that
surrounded me,
did I feel proud.
MeeAugraphie
11/30/07
Lawn Chair Respite
November 28, 2007 | Filed Under Photo, Poetry | Leave a Comment
Lawn Chair Respite
Lay me down
close my eyes
let the sun crisp my skin,
the moon soothe my heart
Lay me down
cross my heart
let water fall
to mix with tears
SCREECH.
Stop the poem!
Lay me down
close my eyes
let my heart bask in sun’s warmth,
glow in moonlight
Lay me down
cross my heart
let water fall
with wild abandon
to match my pulsing heart
I am in love.
MeeAugraphie
11/28/07